Date: Wed, 21 May 2008 08:40:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod
Subject: At the gas station
It had been a long day. I am a salesman and on the road more than not.
The weather was sweltering and I was worn out. I had stopped at the
out-of-the way gas station to fill up the car and to empty me. It was one
of those older gas stations with the restrooms around back.
I was just reaching for the door knob when the door flew open. I did a
double take as the door suddenly slammed shut. I had seen a naked young man
sporting a hard on! I shook my head to make sure I wasn't imagining
things. Then I reached for the door knob again; it wouldn't turn; it was
locked!
I tried to picture in my mind what I had seen. I rewound the mental tape.
He was about my height; dark brown hair, no chest hair, ruddy complexion,
and a nice cut dick sprouting from a thick bush and two egg shaped balls
hanging below it. He seemed to be fit, sort of a quarter-back look.
The door flung open again and a partially dressed guy ran by. I grabbed
his arm and held on. "Whoa! Hold up there a moment!"
"Please mister, let me go!" he pleaded. He was shaking violently; he was
scared shitless. "It was just a joke; a dare from my friends." Even his
voice was trembling.
I held firm to the well developed bicep and said, "I think you had better
come in here and explain this to me." I pulled him into the men's room and
allowed the door to close.
"Now what is going on? It isn't everyday that I go to the men's room and a
naked guy pops out!" From his looks, I figured he had to be in high
school. His hair was now plastered to his brow from sweating.
"My friends. It's a dare. I mean, we are just fooling around," he said,
looking around frantically. Did he think I was going to rape him or turn
him into the police?
"Slow down. Take a deep breath, and tell me what's going on?" I paused,
and then added, "Or do I need to get the manager and report you?"
"No, mister, please! He would tell my dad and I would get a beating for
sure!" He was trembling again.
"Okay, so take a deep breath, calm down, and tell me what's going on?"
He took two ragged breaths and closed his eyes. He opened them and began
his explanation. "The guys from the team..."
"What team?" I asked.
"The football team. They, I mean, we.."
"What position do you play?" I asked. I knew these interruptions were
throwing him off.
"Ah, quarterback. We have this thing ..."
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Eighteen. We have this thing where we dare.."
"How many guys are in on this?"
"Eight guys. We come up with dares...?"
"Nothing to do after school?"
"No, I mean, yes. Sir, please let me just tell you." I was keeping him
mentally off balance.
"Go ahead, I'm not stopping you," I said, and sensed his frustration.
"We have this jar and everyone writes down dares on a slip of paper and
puts it in the jar. Every day someone has to pull out a dare. If they do
the dare, then everyone has to buy him a beer. If he doesn't, then he has
to buy everyone else a beer."
I started to ask how much beer these guys go through and who gets it for
them, but I let him continue.
"Well, today, I drew the slip of paper. It said I had to come to this
restroom, get naked, hard, and then open the door. The guys are hiding
someplace, I am sure, with a camera to get shots of me."
"What other kinds of dares are in this jar?" I asked, my curiosity getting
peaked.
"Driving through the fast food place with your pants down, or pissing in
Mrs. Franks' front yard flowers, or getting your picture taken naked in
front of some store, or pumping gas naked. You know - just high school
prank kind of things," he said, trying to smile it away.
It all sounded rather homoerotic to me, but then again, even though I am
married, I like to see men naked. And I fooled around with my roommate in
college a little bit.
"So what were you supposed to do besides open the door and stand naked with
a hard-on?" I asked, knowing that there had to be more for high school
guys.
He blushed, and I knew what was coming. "I was supposed to jerk, I mean,
masturbate," he said, looking down.
"And?" I asked.
He went scarlet to the tips of his ears, "And if I shot my wad, then I
would get extra beers," he finished sheepishly.
"Ah, so there is incentive to do more?" I prompted.
"Yeah, Jimmy Riley got four sets of beer when he got the waitress to come
out to his car and let him strip in the back seat!" he smiled, remembering
the site. "He was just supposed to bring her out and get himself naked.
He was only wearing his gym shorts and a t-shirt, so he could strip quickly
for her."
I looked him over again. He was wearing his gym shorts, and they were a
bit tented, and he had managed to get his t-shirt back on while we were
talking.
"So what do you say we get you some extra beers?" I said, watching his
face.
"I don't know. I don't know you and..." he paused.
"Well, I think you do what I say, or I get the manager. He'll tell your
daddy, and then you'll get that beating you mentioned."
"What do I have to do?" he said, backing up from me.
I gripped him by the arm again and said, "Well, pretty much anything I
say." I was watching his face, and a bit of horror passed across it as his
mind filled in the blanks.
"But I don't think it would be anything that you wouldn't enjoy." I said,
smiling.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Well, first off, why don't we both get out of our clothes. Then we can
open the door and let them get a couple of shots; and then we'll go from
there." I said, watching his face.
He had no clue as to who I was, and I could see the indecision playing
across his face. I love reading people's expressions. It has made me a
good salesman, as the saying goes about refrigerators and Eskimos.
"Come on, it will be fun, and we can blow the socks off of those guys.
What do you say?" I said, letting go of his arm and pulling off my polo
shirt. Now I try to keep myself fit and, at 30, I still had a firm body.
I thought he might try to bolt for the door, but I was firmly in front of
it. I held my shirt off to the side, waiting for him to follow suit. He
looked at me again. I mean he looked me up and down, as he made a
decision, and then pulled off his t-shirt.
He had a nicely defined chest and washboard abs. As he lifted his arms, I
saw his pit hair wet with sweat.
I toed off my shoes; then reached down and pulled off my socks. He slipped
out of his flip flops; I started to unbuckle my belt, but stopped and
looked at him. He wasn't dumb; he couldn't be and be a quarter-back. He
put his thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and pushed them down to the
floor. Using one foot, he kicked them to the side, stood up, and tried to
figure out if he should cover himself or not. He decided on 'not'.
His cock was still heavy, and now I saw his well defined legs that came up
to that nest of wiry brown hair. I gave him a slow once over and knew that
it made him a bit uncomfortable.
I finished unbuckling my pants, undid the button, unzipped, and then pushed
down both my slacks and my boxers. I lifted them and let them drop on top
of my polo. I now stood there naked and swelling. I saw his eyes roam
over my body once again.
I keep my pubic hair trimmed down a bit, it gets rather unruly. I also
keep my balls and the area around the base of my dick shaved. I like the
way it looks, and it makes it easier to put on a condom. My dick swells to
about 6 inches, and is thick. I have been circumcised, and I have heard
from women, and from my college times, that it is `a good cock to fuck
around with.'
Now that we were both standing there naked, I said, "Well, I guess we
better get hard."
I took my cock in my hand and began stroking it as I took in his body. He
blushed a bit, but reached down for his cock. It had to be wild - stroking
off at his age in front of a complete stranger.
He grew rapidly, and soon his dick was pointing at the ceiling. I didn't
want to spook him, but I said. "Nice looking equipment."
He blushed, looked at the floor, and then looked up at me and said, "Yeah,
you too." I could tell he was trying not to look at my swelling cock. I
was now hard, but not quite pointing at the ceiling.
"Ready to do this?" I said.
He nodded. "Okay, for this first time," letting `first time' sink in to
his mind, "let's just open the door and stand there hard."
He nodded. We moved over so we were facing the door. I swung it open and
moved him forward a bit as I stepped up to the entrance. I thought I heard
a gasp in the distance as we looked out into the bright sunlight.
I reached over and took his cock in my hand. He gasped and drew back. I
moved back with him, still holding his cock, and closed the door.
He pulled away from my hand, but I heard him gasp. "What? You never helped
out one of your friends in one of your circle jerks?" I saw the shocked
look on his face. "Look, every guy in high school has been in a circle
jerk, and everyone has done the `I'll do yours, if you do mine,' thing." I
paused, looking at him. "Haven't you?"
He nodded. "So, no big deal. I stroke yours; you stroke mine." I saw him
processing this information. "What do you say? ready to do this for
another shot?"
I saw the struggle. He was this macho football quarter-back; supposed to
be in control and confident. But he was didn't know about some stranger,
some older man, giving him directions. Yet, I knew, from personal
experience, that soon his little head would take over, and his big head
wouldn't have any say in the matter. I just had to get him to that point.
I reached out and squeezed his dick, and stroked it just a bit. He sighed.
There was something about him that was bringing out all those things I had
tried in college. I had thought I was over them, but he seemed to unlatch
a door in me. I gave another squeeze, then released his dick.
He finally nodded, and we moved back up to the door. I said, "Now take my
dick in your hand, and I'll open the door. We can stroke each other for a
moment or two, and then step back and close the door."
He just nodded again, and reached over to take my cock in his hand. His
hand felt like it was on fire; the heat that radiated from it. Wow! Now I
was going to get light headed!
I opened the door and moved us forward by putting one hand on his lower
back and pushing him forward. Now he was holding my cock in his hand, and
I hadn't put mine on him yet.
I heard another gasp from the brightness. I finally reached over and took
his cock in my hand, squeezed, and stroked. I heard him sigh next to me.
I let 15 seconds or so pass as we stroked each other, and then pulled us
back inside and closed the door.
As I removed my hand, I looked down and saw a string of precum drool down
from the head of his cock. He was now beyond the point of no return; I
knew that.
He let go after he realized I was no longer holding on to him. He was now
glassy-eyed. I wondered how often he had had sex with someone else, or if
he was one of those high school guys that boasts of their conquests, but
rarely have any.
I positioned him over by the door, and opened it once again while holding
onto his dick. But then I knelt in front of him and took it into my mouth.
He gasped, and I swear I heard a collective gasp from outside.
I licked the precum from the end of his dick, and swirled my tongue around
it. He moaned and pushed forward. I knew he would come quickly, if I
continued. I bobbed my head a couple of times, then reached over and
closed the door.
As I rose, I looked at his face. He had closed his eyes. He opened them
slowly and tried to speak. "I, wow, I mean, I never, fuck!"
I chuckled a bit. He was mesmerized. Before he could surface back to
reality, I opened the door and said, "Your turn." I don't think he
realized for a second what was happening as he knelt in front of me, while
I pushed on his shoulders. I pushed my rod forward onto his lips. They
parted and I slipped my cock in. He lapped and then gagged as I pushed in
deeper.
He pulled off then, and I closed the door.
I took hold of his cock as I pulled him up and stroked him back to
reassurance. He sighed again and seemed to melt a bit. I continued
fondling his dick and balls while, with the other hand, I reached over to
my pants. I searched and found one of the condoms I usually carry.
With my teeth, I tore open the package and then rolled it down over his
swelling cock. He just moaned more and pumped forward into my hand.
I was getting pretty lost in lust as well. Part of my mind couldn't
believe I was doing this, and the other said, `Yeah, go for it!'
I bent over and guided his dick up to my hole. It didn't take much
prompting for him to figure out what was going on. He pushed in the head
of his dick, and I sighed. It hurt a bit, but I knew it would begin
feeling better soon.
I waited until he had buried himself deep inside of me a couple times
before I opened the door. We were sideways to the door, so there was no
mistaking what was going on.
I really don't think he noticed. He was intent on fucking my ass. I let
this go on for a moment or two, and then closed the door.
I stood and pulled myself off of him. He moaned, "No. More," he said,
speaking in single syllables.
"Don't worry, you'll get more!" I said. I fished out another condom and
rolled this one on me. I positioned him and, while I reached around and
stroked his dick, I used my fingers on his ass. He squirmed as the first
one entered, but then I hit that magic button and he sighed.
I bent him over, and began licking his hole. He moaned and pushed back
into my tongue. He tasted wonderful, but that wasn't my goal. I just
wanted to get him eager and wanting.
I worked two fingers in him and wiggled them around, all the while keeping
up my work on his dick. He was groaning and whispering "More."
I positioned myself behind him and pushed the head of my dick inside his
ass. The lube on the condom eased me in, and I waited, as I knew there
would be the initial jolt of pain. But with the manipulations of his dick
and, soon, the pressure on his prostate, this would ease him through it.
Soon I was buried in his ass. He whispered, "No." and "More."
"You want more?" I leaned down and whispered into his ear?
"Yes! Please!" he hissed through clenched teeth.
I pumped a couple more times before opening the door and letting his
buddies see him taking it up the ass. That turned me on and I knew I was
going to lose it soon.
I closed the door and pulled out of him. He gasped. I knew what that empty
feeling felt like. I stripped off his rubber and mine, and then said,
"Jerk off for me."
He turned towards me and began to furiously pump his cock. His balls had
drawn up on either side of his shaft, and he was trembling all over. I knew
it was going to happen soon. I opened the door and moved him into the
doorway, and he pounded away.
Then he gasped and began shooting rope after rope onto the black asphalt.
The first rope landed about 3 feet away from him. Then 3 or 4 more ropes
flew out. A low moan was escaping through his clenched teeth. I pushed
down on his shoulders, and he knelt there in the doorway as I pounded on my
own dick.
It was all too much for me as well, and in seconds I was shooting away all
over his face, chest, and hair. I stood there panting as I squeezed out
the last drops.
He shuddered, and I knew that reality was going to come roaring back soon.
With my finger, I took a swipe of the cum on the end of his dick, and
brought it to his mouth. He sucked it clean.
I pulled him back and up and closed the door.
He collapsed against me for a moment, and I had one more idea. I swung the
door open, planted my lips on his, and inserted my tongue into his mouth to
explore it. He actually responded by reaching up and hugging me. I felt
his tongue dart into my mouth, and then his eyes flew open.
Reality had come back to him. He was wondering what the fuck he had done
and what he was doing now. He went to push me away when I heard a gruff
gravely voice say, "What the fuck is going on here?"
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harry